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Chapter 11: Turnabout Is Fair
Things didn’t look better in the morning. In fact, if anything, they
looked even worse. Daniel was faced with the daunting prospect of
turning up at school not knowing whether Jason would be telling everyone
that he was gay. He considered pretending to be ill so that his mother
would let him stay at home. But he knew that he was going to have to
face things sooner or later, and if he did go in today maybe he would
get to talk to Jason and somehow convince him not to tell anyone else.
However, when Daniel arrived at school there was no sign of Jason. As
the bell sounded to signal the start of the school day, the desk beside
Daniel’s was conspicuously empty. Whilst this obviously meant that Jason
wouldn’t be able to tell anyone Daniel’s secret, it did give the worried
young teen something else to worry about: Where was Jason? Why wasn’t he
at school? Had he stayed away because he couldn’t even bear to face his
former friend? Daniel’s mind churned over the possibilities.
“Are you with us today, Daniel?”
The teacher’s voice pulled the worried fourteen-year-old back to
reality. “Oh, yeah. Sorry Mrs. Redbrooke.”
The teacher shook her head. “I was asking you if you knew why Jason
Middleton wasn’t at school today,” she said, wearily.
“I don’t know,” Daniel snapped. “How should I know?”
“Well, I thought that you might have an idea, seeing as the two of you
seem almost to be joined at the hip most of the time,” said Mrs.
Redbrooke, sharply, her expression indicating that she didn’t care for
“Yeah, they’re like a couple of queers,” called Simon McBride, from
across the room. The comment brought loud laughter from Simon’s circle
of friends and giggles from elsewhere.
“That’s enough. Be quiet, McBride,” said the teacher. She turned back to
Daniel. “I’ve a message for you from Dr. Lomax. He would like to see you
in his room at morning break.”
“He’s probably heard about you and Middleton and wants to know how you
manage to find Middleton’s teeny weenie,” Simon called out, amid more
guffaws of laughter.
“Leave Jason alone,” Daniel snarled. He jumped to his feet, his hands
balled into fists and his face was glowing red with anger.
“Sit down, Daniel!” The teacher’s voice cracked like a whip. She glared
at the furious teenager until he once more took his seat, and then
turned and looked across the room at the other boy. “Simon McBride, I
told you to be quiet. I don’t expect to have to repeat myself. You have
just earned yourself a detention.”
The two hours until morning break really seemed to drag. Daniel found it
hard to concentrate on his schoolwork, spending most of his time
watching the clock and wondering what Adam wanted to see him about.
Eventually he heard the sound that he had been waiting for: the bell
signalling the start of a twenty minute break from lessons. His books
were in his bag before the bell had even stopped sounding, and he was
one of the first through the classroom door.
Impatiently, he pushed his way through the crowded corridors. As he
reached Adam’s room, the door opened and two boys came out. They were a
couple of years older than Daniel and he knew them by sight but not by
name. From the mixture of embarrassment and relief on their faces,
Daniel guessed that they must have just completed a session similar to
the one that he had undergone with Jason, the previous week. He nodded
towards them and got tight-lipped smiles in return.
Giving a quick knock on the open door, the young teen entered to find
Adam standing by the sink, drying his hands. He looked up and gave
Daniel a welcoming smile.
“Good, you got my message,” said the doctor. “How are you today? Better
than yesterday, I hope.”
“I’m fine, I guess. Jason’s not in today.” Daniel came straight out with
the thing that was uppermost on his mind.
“Yes, I know,” Adam replied. “I checked up on you both straight after
morning registration. When I discovered he hadn’t made it in I rang and
spoke to his mother. He’s ill in bed. Though I can’t say that I’m
“Why, what’s happened to him?” asked Daniel, worriedly, feeling that he
might be somehow responsible for his friend’s illness.
“After I’d dropped you off yesterday, I went round to his house. After
seeing the state you had gotten yourself into, I thought I’d better see
what sort of condition he was in.”
“How was he? Was he OK?” Daniel asked.
“About the same as you,” said Adam, with a humourless smile. “The main
difference was that he’d stayed out in the rain and the cold even longer
than you had. He’d been walking around for hours; he didn’t even have
the sense to get undercover. He’d eventually arrived home not long
before I got there. His mother was going frantic and he was refusing to
talk to her, so she was grateful when I turned up.”
“Did you get him to talk to you?”
“I did. We had a good long chat.”
“What did he say?”
Adam smiled and shook his head. “Most of what was said is between me and
Jason.” He put his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “He’s hurt, he’s upset,
and he’s angry. I did tell him the full story about how and why you’d
got involved with Ben; I thought that best, since he’d already overheard
Ben’s version. That probably helped a little. At least now he
understands things a bit better than he did. But you’ve got an awful lot
of work to do to make things up with him.”
“You mean there’s still a chance that we can be friends?”
“Like I said, he’s angry, but I would say there’s a good possibility.
Though when he sees you, don’t be too surprised if he decides to sock
“I wouldn’t mind that. Not if it would make everything alright.”
Before Adam could reply there was a knock on the door. Daniel turned to
see Ben and Billy entering the room.
“Ah, I was just starting to think you might not have got my message,”
As they saw Daniel, seated in front of the desk, the two younger boys
stopped in their tracks.
“What’s he doing here?” asked Ben, his expression suddenly turning
suspicious. “What’s he been saying?” he demanded.
“You ask that like you have something to feel guilty about,” said Adam
mildly as he walked around the youngsters and closed the door. “But if
you really want to know, he’s told me...” he dramatically slid the bolt
on the door home with a loud thud, “...everything.”
“You’re going to be sorry for blabbing,” Ben muttered, softly, as he
stared coldly at Daniel.
Adam must have heard this comment, but chose to ignore it. He returned
to his desk, seating himself in his chair. “How’s Jason this morning?”
he asked Ben, after a slight pause.
“I don’t know,” Ben replied, surprised at the sudden change of
direction. “He said he didn’t feel well, so Mum said he could stay in
Adam nodded. “Do you know why he didn’t feel well?”
“Because he spent yesterday standing out in the rain, I expect.”
“Probably,” Adam agreed. “But do you know why he spent the day out in
“How should I know that? What’s with all the questions? I wasn’t even
there when he got home and he’d already gone to bed by the time I got
back. I was at Billy’s house.”
“In that case, I’d better fill you in.” Adam leaned forwards across the
desk. “He was a bit upset. Yesterday morning he overheard you and Billy
talking about a certain video that you had made. He also overheard you
laughing about Daniel being gay.”
Most of the colour drained from Ben’s face and Billy looked positively
Adam continued. “I won’t bore you with the details, but largely thanks
to you two, both Daniel and Jason had a pretty miserable day yesterday.
We should be grateful that things didn’t turn out an awful lot worse.”
Billy looked like he might cry, but Ben looked defiant.
“I know that a part of the blame has to go to Daniel,” said Adam, giving
the teenager a quick glance. “He realises that, and he’s paid the price
Daniel hung his head. Adam’s words had hurt, even though he knew them to
be true. He felt the man’s reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“We were just having a bit of fun,” said Ben.
“Blackmail isn’t fun,” said Adam, coldly. “Certainly not for the one
being blackmailed. And blackmailing someone because of their sexuality
is, in my book, just about as low as you can get.”
Ben looked down and muttered something inaudible.
“Where is the tape?” asked Adam.
“What tape?” Ben again looked defiant.
Adam’s face darkened. “You go ahead and play games with me if you like.
But I promise you that before we’re done you will be VERY sorry.”
“It’s at my house,” Billy said, quickly, a tremor in his voice.
“Thank you, Billy.”
“You can’t make us give it to you,” said Ben. He stood stiffly, his
hands clenched into fists.
Adam chuckled. “Do you really believe that?” He paused for a long
moment, his gaze fixed on Ben, until the boy began to shuffle around
uncomfortably. “Forget the tape for a moment.” Adam suddenly broke the
silence, his tone much lighter. “I’m afraid that you two boys have left
me with another problem. Unfortunately, you’ve shown that you can’t be
trusted. You’ve already tried blackmail once, so how can I be sure you
won’t try it again? What if you were to try to blackmail me by making up
something about one of our sessions together? Also, there’s your
measuring. These results are important and need to be accurate, and I
don’t think that you can be trusted to do it properly.”
Billy looked about to say something, but Adam held up his hand to
“I think the best thing is for me to get your parents involved,” said
the doctor. “I’m going to contact your parents and suggest that they
supervise your measuring. They could take it in turns, with Ben’s mother
one time and Billy’s mother the next.”
“No!” Billy gave a wail of protest.
“You can’t do that,” Ben called out, for the first time looking really
“Also,” Adam continued, “I’m going to suggest that at least one of your
parents is present as an observer during each of your future sessions
with me. That includes your extra weekly sessions.”
“No, please...” Billy looked like he was about to cry. Ben simply stared
open mouthed at the doctor.
“I’m sorry boys, but you haven’t left me any choice. I may as well start
to get it organised now.” He reached for the telephone on his desk.
“Don’t! Please don’t,” Ben cried. Tears started to run down his cheeks.
Adam paused, the phone in his hand. “I really don’t see what else I can
do,” he said. He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then slowly
replaced the handset. “I suppose there is something else that we could
Ben wiped his eyes on his sleeve and looked hopeful. Billy, who had
covered his face with his hands, looked out from between his fingers.
The doctor looked at them, dragging out the moment. “Suppose I were to
ask Daniel if he would be willing to supervise your measuring and sit in
on your testing sessions?”
Daniel, who had been watching the two youngsters, and even feeling a
little sorry for them, spun around to face the doctor. “Me?”
“Only if you want to,” said Adam. “I know you don’t owe them any
favours; not after what they’ve put you through. So if you don’t want to
do it, just say the word and I’ll go ahead and get their parents
Daniel couldn’t believe that he was being given this opportunity. It
would be the ultimate revenge for what Ben and Billy had done to him. It
would be even better than the video that they had promised him and then
conned him out of. He looked around at the two youngsters. Both of them
were watching him with almost pleading expressions. “Does supervising
the measuring mean just watching, or would I be taking the
measurements?” he asked.
“I think it would be best if you were to actually take the
measurements,” said Adam. “That’s what I would be asking their parents
That meant that he would be able to touch as well as look, just like
they had done to him. The revenge would be perfect. Daniel fought to
keep his voice steady and controlled as he spoke. “It would be pretty
horrible for them to have their mothers seeing them hard and everything,
and even touching them. I guess I could do it, if that’s what they
There was an audible sigh from Billy, and Ben gave a shuddering sob of
“Is that what you want?” Adam asked the two twelve-year-olds. “It’s up
to you. Daniel or your parents?”
“Daniel,” said Billy, quickly, and Ben nodded agreement.
“Right,” said Adam. “But that does still leave us with a problem. There
is still this business with the video. So here’s the deal: the video of
Daniel is to be on my desk by the end of lunchtime today. If you do
that, we can leave your parents out of it. However, if I hear even a
whisper that you have another copy of the video, that you have shown it
to anyone else, or that you have even hinted to anyone about Daniel
being gay, you will find your parents are doing all of your measuring
and watching all of your testing from now on. The same applies if you
give Daniel any trouble at all during the measuring or if I have any
problems with you in the future. Do you understand?”
Both of the twelve-year-old’s nodded.
“Daniel will measure you twice a week,” said Adam. “If the two of you
want to measure each other more often than that, that’s up to you. The
supervised measuring will be done here in this room straight after
school on Mondays and Thursdays; your extra weekly session with me is
scheduled for Thursdays, so we’ll move that to straight after school as
well and link the two together. Since it’s Monday today, I’ll expect you
here within five minutes of the end of school. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” said Ben, weakly. He gave a sniff and wiped his eyes.
“Good. Since the bell for the end of break went five minutes ago, you’d
better hurry back to your lessons. You can tell the teacher that you are
late because you were with me. Off you go, and don’t forget that tape at
Looking thoroughly beaten, the two younger boys unbolted the door and
“I thought that went rather well,” said Adam, sitting back in his chair
with a smug smile.
Daniel looked at the expression on Adam’s face and suddenly realised
something. “You planned all along for me to be the one measuring them,”
“Of course I did,” said Adam. “Why do you think I had you here at the
same time as them? But if I’d come straight out and told them that, they
would have kicked up a stink. By first making them think that their
mothers would be doing it, it made you look like a pretty good option.
They’re even grateful to you now for agreeing to do it.”
“And I thought Ben was devious,” said Daniel, with a shake of his head.
“I think Ben has met his match this time,” laughed Adam. He got up from
his chair and picked up his jacket, pulling it on.
“I suppose I’d better get back to class as well,” Daniel sighed. “Mr.
Barton’s going to have a right moan at me for being late. He hasn’t
forgiven me and Jason for skipping his lesson last week after you’d
finished with us.”
“You’re not going back to class, you’re coming with me,” said Adam. “I
sent a message to Mr. Barton earlier, so he won’t be expecting you. I
don’t suppose he’ll be very happy, but some things are more important
“Where are we going?” asked Daniel.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Come on.”
Sitting in the car, next to Adam, it didn’t take Daniel long to work out
were they were going. “You’re taking me to see Jason, aren’t you?”
“We’re going to see Jason, yes. When I spoke to his mother earlier I
told her that I would be calling round to check on him, and I thought
that this would be as good a time as any for the two of you to start
“You think he’ll want to talk to me?”
“Probably not, but we don’t always get what we want.”
Daniel fell silent. He wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. He wanted
everything to be all right between himself and Jason; he wanted that
more than anything. But he had no idea how to start making things right,
or even what to say to the boy. As they drew nearer to Jason’s house he
found that he was getting more and more worked up about what was going
to happen. Deliberately, he tried to think about something else. “What
was all that about Ben and Billy having an extra weekly session with you
Adam glanced briefly at Daniel and then put his attention back on the
road. “It’s something I do with all of the boys who don’t ejaculate,”
said the doctor. “I want a more regular check on their development than
the usual sessions will allow, so I get them in for a quick test every
“So you’re going to be doing that to Ben and Billy on Thursdays, while I
“Well, I’ll let you measure them first,” said Adam, with a grin. “You
need to catch ‘em while they’re still hard. Though in boys that age,
getting hard again shortly after an orgasm is not normally a problem.”
That was certainly something to look forwards to. As well as getting his
hands on the two youngsters, Daniel was going to be able to watch Adam
jerk them off each week. And that was on top of anything that might be
happening in future sessions with the doctor. He hoped that at some
stage he would get the chance to see them getting some sort of anal
examination to make up for the indignity of them pushing a candle in his
Jason’s mother answered the door and let them in. She was going to show
them up to Jason’s room, but Adam said they could manage and so she left
them to it and returned to what she had been doing in the kitchen.
“Does she know?” Daniel asked the doctor, in a whisper, as they climbed
the stairs. Mrs. Middleton had greeted Daniel with a hello and a smile,
just like she always did.
“She knows the two of you had a falling out, but she doesn’t know what
it was about,” Adam replied. “I had a quick word with her last night.
She’s not especially worried, because apparently she’s used to Jason
going into a sulk when the two of you argue. Sound familiar?”
“You’ve been talking to my mum,” Daniel muttered.
Adam gave a quick knock on Jason’s bedroom door and pushed it open.
Daniel followed the doctor inside.
Jason was lying in bed looking thoroughly sorry for himself. He raised
himself up onto his elbows as Adam entered, but his expression turned
into a scowl as he saw Daniel. Though he didn’t say anything, which
Daniel took to be a fairly good sign. While Adam went over and sat on
the edge of the bed, Daniel remained standing by the door. He decided
that it was probably best to keep his distance at this stage.
“I hear you’re not feeling so good,” said Adam.
“I’m OK,” Jason replied. He spoke to Adam, but continued to stare coldly
“Well, your mother said that you had a temperature earlier,” said Adam.
“And considering that you spent most of yesterday freezing cold and
soaked to the skin, I thought I’d better come and have a look at you.”
He opened the bag he’d brought up from the car and took out a
stethoscope. “Let’s have your top off,” he said, pointing to the white
t-shirt that Jason was wearing.
“I’m alright, I’m feeling better now,” Jason insisted, this time looking
at the doctor.
Adam looked thoughtful. “You know, that reminds me of a time when I was
working in a hospital casualty department. A man was brought in with
chest pains. When I tried to examine him, he wouldn’t let me. He said
exactly the same as you, that he was feeling much better. Fifteen
minutes later he was dead.”
“Did he have a heart attack or something?” asked Jason.
“No, nothing like that,” said Adam shaking his head, sadly. “He decided
that he was going home, walked straight out of the door into the road
and got run over by an ambulance.”
In spite of all his efforts to the contrary, Jason’s mouth twitched into
a smile. He glanced over at Daniel, who was himself grinning at the poor
joke. As their eyes met, Jason’s smile disappeared and his expression
“Come on, let’s have that shirt off.” Adam took hold of the garment and
began to pull it upwards, leaving Jason little choice but to raise his
arms and allow it to be removed. Jason sat hunched forwards, his arms
folded across his bare chest while Adam again delved into his bag and
took out a small metal case from which he produced a thermometer.
“Open up,” the doctor ordered, and he put the thermometer into Jason’s
mouth. Putting the stethoscope into his ears, he moved Jason’s arms out
of the way and used the metal disk to listen to the boy’s chest in
several places before getting him to lean forwards and repeating the
procedure on his back. After laying the stethoscope aside, he retrieved
the thermometer and peered at the reading. “You’ve got a slight
temperature, but nothing to worry about. You’ll live.” With a grin he
ruffled Jason’s blond hair and then pushed him back onto the pillow.
To Daniel, watching from over by the door, Jason looked so vulnerable,
laid back in his bed. The sheet covered him to mid-stomach, leaving his
slim, smooth chest exposed, and his untidy hair framing his pale face
gave him a sort of waif-like look. Daniel wanted to rush over and hug
him and make everything like it used to be.
Adam packed his things away and then sat looking at the two boys, his
gaze moving from one to the other. “What a pair you make,” he said,
eventually, shaking his head. “Both of you too daft to come in out of
the rain. How long have the two of you been best friends?”
“Probably since we were about four,” said Daniel.
“Something like that,” Jason muttered, in agreement.
“That’s a long time,” Adam observed. “I bet you’ve had a few fallings
out in that time.”
“A few,” said Daniel, with a dry smile.
“But you’ve always managed to sort things out, one way or another.” Adam
leaned down and closed his bag with a loud click. “I’m going downstairs
to talk to Jason’s mother so that the two of you can have some time
alone together. You can talk to each other, you can shout, you can
scream, you can even beat the crap out of each other if that’s what it
takes, but you have to sort this one out, just like you’ve always done
before. Best friends don’t come around very often, so it would be a
great shame to throw away everything you’ve built up over something like
this.” He picked up his bag and walked to the door. As he went out he
turned and gave a grin. “Try not to damage each other too much; I’m not
especially good at putting in stitches.”
In spite of Adam’s parting attempt at humour, the mood that settled over
the room after the doctor had left was far from light. Jason had once
again folded his arms across his chest and lay back in his bed, glaring
stubbornly at the wall. Daniel searched vainly for something to say, but
really couldn’t think of anything. There was so much that he wanted to
say, but none of the words that came into his head seemed appropriate.
The silence stretched on for several minutes, until, completely at a
loss, Daniel slowly shuffled forwards and sat down carefully on the
bottom of the bed, his back to his friend. A couple more minutes passed.
“Adam said that I shouldn’t be surprised if you tried to thump me,” said
Daniel, nervously breaking the silence.
“Maybe I should,” Jason replied, after a pause.
“Yeah, maybe you should.” Daniel shook his head, sadly, without looking
around. There was another pause. “Remember the last time we had a proper
fight? We were about eight. We were in your back garden playing some
game and I was losing and I said it was because you were cheating. We
started to shout at each other and I told you to drop dead. You punched
me and I punched you back and the next thing, we were rolling around on
the ground together. Then you caught your head on a stone or something
and cut your forehead open. I’d never seen so much blood.”
From behind Daniel, Jason’s soft voice took up the story. “You pulled
out your handkerchief and tried to stop the blood. You kept saying
‘Jason, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please don’t die.’ Mum heard the
noise from inside and came running out. She couldn’t understand why I
was the one that was bleeding, but it was you who wouldn’t stop crying.”
“It was because you were hurt and it was my fault,” said Daniel. He
twisted around until he was looking at the other boy. Their eyes met.
“Even back then I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. Especially if it was
me that caused it.” The fourteen-year-old felt a tear run down his
cheek. He angrily brushed it away. “Now I’ve gone and hurt you again,”
Jason looked away again, staring at the window. “Adam came to see me
last night. After he’d finished lecturing me on how stupid I’d been for
spending all day walking around in the rain, we talked. First we talked
about you, and Adam told me about your deal with Ben and why you’d done
it. Then we talked about me. We talked about me for ages. I told him
things that I’ve never told anyone else before; things that I’d hardly
even let myself think about. It’s funny how just talking about things
makes them easier to understand. Adam was really good. He listened and
explained some things to me. But do you know what he said at the end?”
Daniel shook his head, but Jason didn’t even glance at him to see his
“He said that it was you that I should really have been telling those
things to. And deep down I know he’s right. Sometimes I’ve really wanted
to say stuff to you but I was too scared too.” Jason again made eye
contact with Daniel. “I suppose you didn’t tell me about your stuff for
the same reasons.”
“Yeah, something like that.” Daniel gave a small nod.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not still mad as hell with you though,” said
Jason, in a louder voice.
Daniel hung his head. He wanted to say that he was sorry, but the word
seemed somehow inadequate.
“Did those things I said outside your house yesterday cause problems
with your mum?” Jason asked.
“I thought they had, but it turned out that she already knew about me
being, you know, gay.” Daniel’s voice lowered towards the end of the
sentence. Even though it was now all out in the open, he still found it
an uncomfortable thing to say.
“That’s a relief.” Jason’s mouth twitched into a very slight smile.
“While I was out walking around yesterday, one of the things that I was
worrying about the most was that I’d ruined things between you and your
mum.” The smile became self-mocking. “I must be mental.”
“No,” said Daniel, shaking his head. “Not mental.”
“How long have you known you were gay?”
The question caught Daniel off guard. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“It isn’t something that just happened. I didn’t wake up one morning and
decide I was going to like boys instead of girls. I suppose it’s been
the last year or so that I’ve realised that boys turn me on and girls
“Don’t you like girls at all?”
“Sure I like girls. But I don’t think about them in that sort of way,
you know, for sex.” Daniel realised that he was blushing.
“So you get turned on when you look at boys?”
This line of questioning was getting extremely personal and Daniel was
starting to get hot under the collar. “Sometimes,” he said. “But it’s
not the first thing I think about every time I look at a boy. It’s only
Jason nodded. “Adam says that if a boy gets turned on by another boy or
even does stuff with him, it doesn’t mean that he’s gay. He said that a
lot of boys play around together; they jerk off together or even jerk
each other off but that doesn’t prove anything. He told me that there’s
a good chance that Ben isn’t gay, that him and Billy are just messing
around and ‘finding out about their bodies’ and that the things they did
to you were really about power, proving that they could control and
humiliate an older boy.”
“Are you trying to say that I might not be gay?” Daniel felt strangely
offended by this notion, and he let it show in his tone. He hadn’t asked
to be gay, and there had been times during the past year or so that he
had wished that he wasn’t, that he could be ‘normal’ like the other boys
around him. But now that he was having his ‘gayness’ brought into
question, he felt himself becoming annoyed.
“I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about Ben. Stop being so
damned touchy. I don’t know whether you’re gay or not.” Jason answered,
“Well I am,” Daniel snapped. “So you’re going to have to get used to
“I don’t have to get used to anything,” Jason quickly retorted.
The two boys glared at one another.
After a few seconds, Jason looked away. When he spoke his voice was once
more softer, his temper under control. “I’ve spent the last couple of
years scared to death that I was going to end up gay. I’ve lost count of
the times some of the guys at school, like Simon McBride, have made
jokes about me being a fairy or a queer because of how I look. I was
scared that if they said it often enough, it might come true, or that I
might start to believe it myself.”
“You don’t become gay because of what someone else says,” said Daniel,
“I know that. I know I was being stupid. But I couldn’t help it. Then
yesterday morning I overheard the runt and his friend laughing about me
not knowing that you were gay when we were touching each other and all
that stuff. And I thought to myself that if my best friend is gay and
we’ve been touching each other cocks, what does that make me? I guess I
couldn’t handle it.”
“It doesn’t make you anything.” Daniel answered, quickly. “It’s not a
disease that you can catch by being around someone. We were touching
each other because we had to: because Adam told us to. That has nothing
at all to do with being gay.”
“I know,” Jason sighed. He lapsed into silence. “You should have told
me,” he said, after a long pause.
“Yeah, I know. But what would you have done if I had?”
“I would have been able to deal with it.”
“Would you? You sure?”
“Yeah, eventually. The part about you being gay anyway.” Jason gave a
wry smile. “The part about you fancying me would probably have taken a
bit more getting used to though.”
“Well, nothing has really changed that much,” said Daniel. “You’ve
always been my best friend, and now you’re more than that. I’ve always
cared about you. Now I just care even more.”
Jason looked uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” said Daniel. “I can’t help how I feel.”
“It’s just not easy for me to get my head around. You were right though,
what you said earlier.” For the first time since Daniel had entered the
room, Jason’s eyes held a touch of warmth. “I do have to get used to it.
You’re my best friend and I don’t want that to stop.” Then his smile
disappeared and he gave a frown. “But I swear that if you ever go behind
my back and do anything like that again, you’ll pay big time. In fact,
you’ve still got a lot of paying to do for this last time, so don’t
think I’ve forgiven you completely.”
“As long as we can still be friends, I’ll pay anything you want.” Daniel
felt a surge of relief. It looked like everything was going to be
“You shouldn’t be so quick to make promises like that,” grinned Jason.
“You might find that Ben isn’t the only one in our family who can twist
a promise around to suit himself.”
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